Thursday, July 3, 2014

You Can't Attract What You Don't Have

Good. Bad. Indifferent.
It doesn't matter if you don't have it, you can't attract it.
That's just a universal truth.

I just finished a meditation on this notion.


  • Whole attracts Whole
  • Love attracts Love
Rumi said, "What you Seek is Seeking you.

What are you seeking? What is Your Essential Truth?

If you are clear that we all attract that which we are, what are you attracting?

Love transcends all things.  Trust in the wonder and power of your dreams.

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Love exists and Life is a miracle, treat it all as such.
Namastè.
In possibility,
Organic Jewels 

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Velcro Pants...Velcro Dreams

For several years of my life I worked with a community based organization (CBO) employed with a whole bunch of wonderful human beings.  I started working with this group in my late twenties and retired from there in my late thirties. The transformations and transitions I experienced while working there were immeasurable yet blatantly obvious.  For starters when I got to the agency I was a single woman and by the time I stopped working there I was already a mother to five amazing human beings.  The lessons I lived and learned there are ingrained, some would say holistically, in my heart, mind, and soul.

Last night I was having a conversation with my brilliant 16 year old niece.  We discussed brainstorming and I tried to drive home the notion of having limitless ideas.  It was great for me to revisit a conversation I had several times in my career at the aforementioned CBO.  I remember, quite vividly, a meeting where we discussed the notion of having velcro pants.  I don't recall the specifics but in general it was the concept of thinking immensely and experiencing the abundance created by that rational. The Velcro Pants conversation was based on some research conducted by some other organization and a professional and personal development workshop on Innovation.  

This week I participated in The Fourth Annual Proud To Be Latina Empowerment Conference, created by Yesi Murill-Gual, one of the speakers #PTBL, Jacqueline Camacho-Ruiz, Founder of JJR Marketing, 
introduced a Strategies for Growth workshop and in it she shared some practical tools.  Wouldn't you know one of her tools was the Anatomy of a Goal.  She recommended making your Goals S.M.A.R.T.  Working with the cbo I was introduced to the S.M.A.R.T. acronym and was so excited to make it one of my practices and to teach it to my students.  Ask anyone who worked with me in this arena and they will tell you my most favorite lesson of all times is "Setting S.M.A.R.T. Goals."  I didn't really hear what the letters stood for in Ms. Camacho-Ruiz's share but for me and the cbo the S.M.A.R.T. acronym stands for  Specific, Measurable, Action-Oriented, Realistic, and Timely.

Like I told my niece last night, "if you put on your velcro pants and use your S.M.A.R.T. Goals while working on your velcro dreams you will attain most anything!"

Love transcends all things.  Trust in the wonder and power of your dreams.

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Namastè.
In possibility,
Julie Jewels



Saturday, April 12, 2014

What did you say?!?

"Those are bad words, she knows those are bad words because from time to time her mother says similar words and tells her those are bad words."
~Brianne McDonald
10 Types of Moms that Suck

I just started reading the article in the link above and the line I highlighted inspired some thought for me. There have been so many times I have caught myself telling my five year old a word is bad.  I say caught myself because I don't consciously believe words are bad.  I find there are really great words and good words and no words are bad.

I have attempted to explain to my extremely verbal child that we should think before
we speak and acknowledge that with speech comes responsibility.  I attempt to live by Speak with and from Integrity.  It's not always easy, especially if I let my emotions get a hold of me and I forget to pause.

I explain to him how language is so powerful. I drive home the notion that there is a sort of mysticism when you are able to create a tapestry of color and light with only words...it's not alchemy, it's MAGIC.

Nevertheless, I hope I can teach and coach my son to thrive. grow, and love in all healthy ways. Also, I pray he remembers Words are worlds, worlds are created by our words and I hope he remembers all words are either good or great. :)


Love transcends all things.  Trust in the wonder and power of your dreams.

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Namastè.
In possibility,
Julie Jewels

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Nature & Nurture

It's genetic I tell you or maybe it's we learn what we live.

Last week my son and I went to have a bite to eat with my parents.
My mom told my son she really liked his toy car. He told her he could sell it to her if she wanted. After she finished cackling she asked how much. My son responds, "Only $100.00."  He reminds her he told her that when they were talking via the computer, yesterday. She shakes her head and he says, "Granma, Granma (he uses a very heavy Latin accent when he talks to his granma) I tell you yesterday, you want, it's just $100.00 and today you have all the cars you want for only $100.00."

I could not stop laughing. First the entrepreneurship and now the accent. 
He is just too much.

My mom says she's not paying $100.00 but here is a dollar for that one car. 

He looks at me and looks at his grandma and says, "Okay, granma, I give, I give."

He got the dollar and got to keep his car, his papa would be proud.

Oh Lord, it's the little things. :)

Enjoy every moment, nothing is trivial.

Love transcends all things.  Trust in the wonder and power of your dreams.

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Namastè.
In possibility,
Julie Jewels

Monday, March 24, 2014

A Cat Will Never Bark

"Even when you’re dealing with a nasty, non-communicative person, stating your position may be a powerful step in your own development. It may not make the slightest impression on your unrelenting foes, but hearing the truth spoken in your own voice can clear your head and buoy your heart, at which point you’ll have won the battle."
~Martha Beck
 A Post by Martha Beck: The New You: Handling Change-Back Attacks

I only read the description above by Martha Beck and felt moved.  Some messages are so cathartic. It's fascinating to me how sometimes I ignore a specific feeling or thought. I mean, I can talk about the situation with my friends and such but I don't really acknowledge for myself, what is truly going on with my thoughts and emotions about the specific circumstances.

I went through a transition at one point in the last few years and it wasn't one I had thought about or overtly chosen or so I thought. I later realized I had manifested it through conversations, thoughts, and intentions. It was a blessing for most of the parties involved. One of the key players in this situation was a pretty non-communicative and not a very thoughtful person, I stated my position and my compassion and never received a response. Once I realized that I created the circumstance and that I was blessed with such an amazing gift it came to me that nothing is personal and a dog is a dog and a cat is a cat. I can't expect a cat to bark and a dog to meow, so why expect anyone to act out of character.  I will be forever grateful for the experience as it was what we all needed at the time.

Can you remember a time in your life where you saw something or someone for what it was and it brought you peace?



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Love exists and Life is a miracle, treat it all as such.
Love transcends all things.  
Trust in the wonder and power of your dreams.
Namastè.
In possibility,
Julie Jewels

Monday, March 10, 2014

Popcorn...

Last night I was having a very emotional dream, I was feeling quite verklempt. 
It was one of those that takes me through a variety of passages and where I encounter a diverse group of folks, some I know and some I don't.  Some of the people in my dream look like they are one person but in fact I know they are someone else.

I walked passed different rooms, different levels, so-to-speak. I saw many folks who I know and love and many of them were wonderful people I've worked with in my long career in the field of education.  At one point I got to a level were I ran into a loving, kind, and gentle spirit whom I had the honor of working with back in the mid '90's, at a school. She was such a huge light with a smile that could ignite the sky, I will call her Luz. Luz was standing in front of me with other people I didn't recognize, she was crying, I immediately hugged her.  I hugged Luz and told her it was all going to be okay.  I asked her what was wrong. I expressed my authentic joy in seeing her after all of these years. A recent former colleague, I will call her Dulce, showed up and explained that Luz was facilitating an "In Memoriam" workshop.  Dulce started to explain but as I slightly shifted my view I saw the face of a man who I know recently passed away, I don't recall what his face looked like or who he was but in my dream I knew he just died. A tear came to my eye. I looked passed the gentleman and I saw my Uncle Mario who passed away several years ago. I smiled as he nodded his head towards me. I looked around to the left of the two who were standing in little clusters and I noticed they was a large group of folks who had already transitioned, I couldn't make out any of the faces of the folks to the right but their attire and hue told me they had all already passed. I took a step back, away from Luz and Dulce and to the left of the group of souls with bodies and faces I saw my Abuelito.


I saw my dear, dear Grandpa holding a box of popcorn, he smirked at me and waved as if to tell me everything is fine.


In my dream Abuelito was holding popcorn. I have so many thoughts, theories, and general hypotheses about dreams.  One notion I play with is the universe is sending me messages and it's in cahoots with my subconscious and conscious mind.  When I remember my dreams I spend a few moments attempting to unravel their meaning.  My last
Jewels The Brainstorm blog post was an authentic brainstorm (I typed it as opposed to writing it), in it you will read "i'm percolating with thoughts. you can call me kettle corn cause i'm popping with ideas."  My Dear Abuelito passed away a little over a month ago and this is the very first time he has appeared in any of my dreams, that I can remember.  Grandpa has visited with other folks and I was in those dreams but he hadn't visited me in my dreams until last night.  

At breakfast I shared the story with my family and got a little emotional when I told them I saw our Abuelito.  As I started this post today I was struck by the thought, my Dear Abuelito is sending me a message about my ideas and thoughts. When he was alive and we would chat he always gave me his loving feedback, I'm so grateful for that and for this most recent encounter.


Love transcends all things.  Trust in the wonder and power of your dreams.


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Love exists and Life is a miracle, treat it all as such.
Namastè.
In possibility,
Julie Jewels

Thursday, March 6, 2014

More Women

today is thursday.
3.6.14
six days into the greatest month of the year.
march, it comes in like a Lion and out like a lamb...or so they say.

so many thoughts.
so many dreams.
so many moments.

it's real.
it is authentically true.

the month of february was a hard one for me this year.
i know i mentioned i lost a few folks who transitioned from the physical world last year. 
the immense amount of loss i experienced last year was unmentionable.
once 2013 ended i was for sure i was in the clear for at least five years.
i was wrong.
january 6 i lost a loved one.
february 7 my heart broke into pieces.

march is here.
march is my spring.
(i know your spring may also be in march or just in your step.)
i'm not being coy.

i'm excited.
i'm about to go to bed but i'm percolating with thoughts.

you can call me kettle corn cause i'm popping with ideas.

i started today by writing four Happy Women's History month hearts.
march is the month i was born.
march is the month my folks tied the knot.
march is when the saints come in.
spring begins in march.
march is a renaissance 

happy women's history month.
goodnight.

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Love exists and Life is a miracle, treat it all as such.
Namastè.
In possibility,
Julie Jewels